Define my conscience what is real   Characterize the ways world disappears   I try but I can't decide from reality and fantasy   Glittering darkness room by room   Nothing satisfies as I enter bloom   Fear my world so puzzled and mystified   Stage of pleasure and pain is what I hide behind my eyes      My inability to feel real - Hyperreality feeds me   Falling into my secret window - As I walk the Earth unhallowed      Anything, everything   Tricking, Conscience what I've seen   Detached from engagement of emotions   Meaningless identical devotions   Rapidly taking any given shape   Filtered experience - Depicted in hate      Your Demons - My Angels   Capsized parallel dream world   Parting ways to breathe, to be alive   Crusade of perfect stranger   Disconnect the splendor   Alienations steers 'til the end   (Your Demons - My Angels   Crusade of Perfect Stranger)      Split apart from a faculty of mind   Non-existent world in a glimpse of an eye   Simulation of something to never exist   This authentic fake - Mind misled      Light years away from here   Hyperspace to escape my fear   Simulation of familiar place   Reproduction of empty appearance      ...I'm sick of spewing my words out   so puzzled that I won't wake up...